H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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All of greene Lawrell.
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All of greene Lawrell.
To sing of sorrowe still,Attending Venus will,
Were now but lack of skill,
Pittie lyes deade:
Let ioyfull plight appeare,
Where clowds doe neuer cleare,
Comfort is fledde.
Looke vp to the Lawrell, and let Willow goe,
And trust to the true friend, imbrace not thy foe,
Sing all of greene Lawrell:
By trauaile who stryueth, to winne thanklesse wight,
Is lyke one that washeth a black a Moore white,
Let all of greene Lawrell bedeck thy Garland.
Though some distill their teares,
That wrythed Willow weares,
Yet fainte not at their feares,
Seeme not to dread:
The wisest haue done so,
The Ualiant wrapt in wo,
Haue taken ouerthrow,
By Fancie led.
Where wyt is constrayned by will to giue place,
Their songs are of sorrow, that ioyes would embrace,
Sing all of greene Lawrell.
Let no deceytfull shewes of Venus bright shine,
Haue power once to pierce the sounde harte of thine,
So shall the greene Lawrell set forth thy garland,
Waygh not the wauering minde,
That fleetes with euery winde,
Tyll thou some stay doe finde,
Trust not to farre.
Unto Dame Constancy,
Bende still thy battery,
Flye fast from flattery,
With bewtie make warre.
So shall thy well lyking not harme thee at all,
For fayth fixed firmely, such fauour will fall,
That all of greene Lawrell, &c.
Thy shyp on the sounde seas in safetie may sayle,
Where crownde with greene Lawrel, in ioy thou shalt sing.
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